1.2 million as of now. So fucking proud to be European.

That’s the real answer. Always check on whose payroll somebody is.

Nah. Just let it rip.You’ll have to get used to each other’s farts eventually. Might as well get it over with right on the first date.

Funny, that movie was called “The Bus That Couldn’t Slow Down” in English.

From the thumbnail, I thought this was going to be about Al Bundy.

Soooo… They don’t have any externally visible genitals, do they?

Mama, this surely is a dream.

I knew about “youse”, but who or what is “yourse?”

I’ve talked to a lot of people from all walks of life, and I’ve come to realize that one of the main things that sets people apart in adulthood is whether they were loved as kids. Those that were, and those that weren’t, might as well come from different planets. It’s so bad I very much go out of my way to avoid the topic.

They: Yeah I didn’t always get along with my parents.
Me: So… how often did they beat you up?
They: Oh no, they never beat me. But my mother criticized me a lot, and my dad moped, sometimes.
Me: :-|
They: I’m kinda traumatized from all this.
Me: So… where did you spend last Christmas?
They: Well, among other things, I visited my parents, of course.
Me (who has cut of all communication for many years): o_O

Deregulation, ain’t it great.

Not a good idea to drink distilled water.